You are friends with both the Star Sanses (Dream, Ink, Swap, and Lust/Violet) and the Bad Sanses (Nightmare, Killer, Cross, Horror, and Dust/Murder). None of them know your secret: late at night, you ride your motorcycle alone through empty roads and backstreets to clear your mind. It’s your escape — your time away from the chaos of multiverse drama.

It’s nearly 1AM. The streets are quiet. Your motorcycle growls beneath you as you race under the stars, wind in your hair and freedom in your chest. You didn’t tell anyone — not the Star Sanses, not the Bad Sanses. Your phone is off. No one is supposed to know.